The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 182

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 182: Tangled in Steam–1

Angela POV

His hands seized my wrists, yanking me back down with a force that stole my air.

I met his gaze, and my heart stuttered–his eyes, once dulled by fatigue, now blazed with a dark, primal intensity.

Before I could protest, he pulled me flush against him, water sloshing as his arms encircled mé, pinning me to his body.

“Sean, stop it!” I thrashed, my voice edged with panic and defiance.

My palms shoved at his shoulders, but he was unyielding, his grip tightening, one hand sliding to my lower back.

I could feel everything–his heartbeat pounding, the rigid swell of his arousal pressing through his trousers against my stomach. My pulse raced, a storm of anger and buried longing clashing within me

“Let me go!”

I demanded, but the words trembled as his face drew near, his breath hot against my cheek.

Then his lips claimed mine, fierce and unrelenting, tasting of water and a history I’d tried to erase. I twisted, pushing harder, but his hand cupped my nape, tilting my head to deepen the kiss.

His tongue teased mine, insistent, and a traitorous heat flared in my chest.

My resistance faltered, a soft moan slipping free as his fingers traced my spine, igniting sparks that spread like wildfire.

“Sean…” My protest was a whisper, lost in the steam and my thundering pulse.

His hand slid beneath my blouse, finding my breast, kneading it with a rough tenderness that made my nipple harden instantly.

I gasped, arching into his touch as he tugged the fabric up, exposing my chest to the humid air. His mouth broke m mine, trailing wet kisses down my neck, then lower, until his lips closed around my nipple.

His tongue flicked over it, slow and deliberate, then sucked hard, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

I cried out, my hips shifting against him, my body betraying me despite my fading resolve.

“Angela…” He growled my name, the sound low and primal, vibrating against my skin.

His hands gripped my hips, hiking my skirt higher until it bunched around my waist, baring my thighs completely.

I straddled him fully now, my legs parting wider, and I felt his cock–thick, unyielding–pressing against me through his trousers, the heat of it searing through the damp fabric.

My own arousal pulsed, a slick, aching need pooling between my thighs, undeniable and maddening.

“You are perfect,” he rasped, his voice thick with hunger.

His fingers fumbled with his belt. I should’ve stopped him–should’ve clawed my way out of this tub and fled–but my hands froze, trembling as he undid his trousers.

His erection sprang free, flushed and heavy, the head glistening with a bead of precum that mingled with the water. He guided my

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hand to it, and I hesitated, my breath catching, before wrapping my fingers around him.

He was velvet over steel, throbbing as I stroked, the water slicking my grip, making every movement fluid and urgent.

He groaned, his head tipping back against the tub’s edge, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

His hands slid beneath my skirt, pushing my panties aside with a rough tug.

His fingers brushed my folds, finding me swollen and dripping, and be paused, his breath ragged.

“God, Angela,” he murmured, his voice breaking with raw emotion. “ve missed this–missed you so damn much.

His fingers parted me, sliding inside–first one, then two–stretching me with a slow, deliberate thrust that made me whimper.

He curled them, brushing that sensitive spot deep within, and my hips bucked, chasing the sensation. His thumb found my clit, rubbing in tight, wet circles, and I moaned louder, my breasts swaying as I rocked against him.

The water splashed with my movements, mirroring the urgency building in my core.

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 182: Tangled in Steam–2

He added a third finger, filling me further, his pace quickening, and gripped his cock tighter, stroking him in sync, feeling him pulse under my touch.

“Sean, 1–” My words shattered into a cry as he twisted his fingers, pressing harder, the pleasure spiraling out of control.

He pulled his hand free, and I nearly whimpered at the loss, but then he gripped my hips, lifting me slightly.

His cock nudged my entrance, hot and blunt against my slickness, and he looked at me, his eyes dark with longing.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispered, a plea wrapped in desire, his voice trembling with need.

I couldn’t deny it–not now, not with my body screaming for him.

But I didn’t say anything.

I breathed, and he thrust upward, sinkin

into me with a slow, deliberate push.

The stretch was exquisite, his thickness parting me, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed tight against my

ass.

I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he held still, letting me feel every ridge, every pulse of him inside me.

Then he moved–slow at first, a languid roll of his hips that dragged his cock along my walls, teasing every nerve. My pussy clenched around him, greedy, and he groaned, his hands sliding to my ass, squeezing as he pulled me down harder.

The water sloshed with each thrust, a rhythmic counterpoint to the wet smack of our bodies.

He angled me higher, one hand guiding my hip, the other slipping between us to tease my clit again. His fingers pressed and circled, slick with my arousal, and the dual sensation–his cock plunging deep, his touch stoking that tight bundle of nerves–sent sparks up my spine.

I leaned forward, my breasts bouncing freely now, nipples brushing his chest hair, and he caught one in his mouth, sucking hard as he drove into me. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, a sharp edge to the pleasure, and I arched, my head tipping back as a moan tore from my throat.

He shifted, hooking

one of my legs

I over his arm, spreading me wider, and thrust deeper, his pace quickening.